Forgive - Bill Miller

Seven blue stones in the desert sand

A shiny gun in a young thief's hand

A stolen car and a broken dream

Blood on his hands any won't come clean

No where to run no where to turn

The fires of rage begin to burn

You can't go home he can't go on

His flesh is weak and his spirits gone

Now he's behind a prison wall

And doesn't have the will to live

He says it's all his father's fault

He taught his son the way to live

He was unable to forgive

She wore his ring for thirty years

Then one night he confessed his darkest fears

He'd been unfaithful been untrue

What could she say what could she do

No where to run no where to turn

The fires of rage began to burn

She can't go home she can't go on

Her flesh is weak her spirits gone

He betrayed her with a kiss

Killed her desires her will to live

Who was blinded what did they miss

Will she be able to forgive

Are we able to forgive

Seven blue stones in the desert sand

A shiny gun in a young thief's hand

A stolen car and a broken dream

Blood on his hands that won't come clean